28.05.2009    Billy's Band - Gunstreet Girl (Не відомо)

		Gunstreet Girl
		(Tom Waits)

		Однажды ночью я спустился в бар гостиницы, купил бутылку виски в коричневой
		картонной упаковке, сидя на корточках прислонившись к барной стойке влил
		в себя эту очередную порцию отравляющей радости, подумал, что это было в
		последний раз, поднялся наверх, покричал в унитаз и написал новый блюз. Он
		назывался - Завтрак в тюрьме. На самом деле это был танец, хотя и необычный.
		Да, и вот ещё что - все мужики, все, кто сидел там внизу, все, с кем я
		разговаривал, все они там из-за женщины...

		         Dm
		Falling James in the Tahoe mud
		                                 A
		Stick around to tell us all the tale
		         Dm
		Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
		And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail
		Dancing in the Birmingham jail

		He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
		Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
		He got all liquored up on that road house corn
		Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
		A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

		He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
		And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
		With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
		Now he left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
		Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door

		        Dm
		I said John, John, he's long gone
		Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
		I said John, John, he's long gone
		Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

		Now we's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
		Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
		He was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
		He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
		Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

		Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
		He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
		Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
		Telling everyone he saw - "They went that-a-way, boys"
		Telling everyone he saw - "They went that-a-way"

		I said John, John, he's long gone
		Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
		I said John, John, he's long gone
		Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

		Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
		And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
		With the head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
		And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
		A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

		Sitting in the table with an old tin cup
		Sing I’ll never kiss the gun street girl again
		Never kiss the gun street girl again
		I’ll never kiss the gun street girl again
		I’ll never kiss the gun street girl again

		Oh, John, John...
		Oh, John, John...
		Oh, John, John...
		John, John...
		John, John...